At this moment, within the Maple Forest, everything seemed frozen in time, so serene, so indifferent.
Fang Yang's gaze was vacant, his robes fluttering, as he simply stood amid the maple leaves, as if his very soul had been thoroughly extracted.
Clearly, he was still pretending according to Wen Chanyi's intentions, but the Mysterious Heavenly Strategy had already been activated, strands of aura emanating from his body and enclosing the Demon Empress, who was oblivious to it all, in disarray, with various thoughts flashing incessantly through her mind.
Biting her lip tightly, feeling incredibly restless and utterly confused, she had no idea what to do.
Wen Chanyi's words from earlier were still incessantly flashing in her mind.
Although she instinctively disliked this woman and was very wary of Wen Chanyi, she had to admit that much of what the other had said was true, without a hint of falsehood.
